The Right Guy | Jelsa/Helsa

Chapter Thirteen

Jack climbed into his sleeping bag and stared at the back of Elsa's head. He was quite sure it was the most beautiful back of a head in the world. He turned off the battery powered lamp above their heads and let himself drift off into unconsciousness. It didn't take him long, he was exhausted after everything that had happened that day.

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Suddenly, him and Elsa were stood on the stage, where Elsa sung the final note of their song perfectly (the only way she knew how). The audience erupted in applause for them. Jack grinned at Elsa, bursting with pride that this girl, this perfect, beautiful girl was his best friend. But boy did he want more than that. He grabbed her hand and they bowed together, receiving even more applause. He then lead her off the stage into the wings.

"Jack, we did it!" She beamed at him. Screw it, he thought.

"Yeah, we did." He yanked her hand and she fell into him. He put his hands up to her face, and looked down into her huge blue eyes, feeling his fears melt away like butter on a hot day. She looked at him, shocked, her mouth hanging slightly open. He leaned down, and kissed her gently. It was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt in his life. He didn't care about the world around him, he was kissing the girl he loved, the girl he'd always loved, the girl he always would love. She eased into him, and the kiss grew more passionate.

"Jack." He heard her voice, like an angel's. However, she repeated his name, growing increasingly louder.

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"Jack." Elsa frowned. She was staring at the tent wall, her eyes too tired to open them fully. Jack was spooning her again, and this time he'd been repeatedly kissing her bare shoulder in his sleep. He opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to understand what was going on. He felt his lips against Elsa's shoulder, and noticed his arm wrapped around her torso, and jumped back very suddenly.

"Shit." He muttered. Elsa turned around and stared at his very nervous face.

"Having an interesting dream there?" She looked slightly flushed.

"God, I'm so sorry. That was really weird, it was just some crazy dream, sorry. I didn't mean to... Shit." Jack gulped. What had he done?

"What kind of dream was it?" Elsa looked as though she was trying to stifle a giggle.

"I'm not going there. Let's just leave it. Sound good?" Jack laid back down and smacked a pillow over his head to attempt to hide his utter shame.

Elsa poked him and asked teasingly, "Were you dreaming about a certain blonde?"

Does platinum blonde count as blonde? "Maybe." Jack mumbled.

"Ooh! Really?" Elsa giggled.

Screw it, is this the cover we're going for? Just go for it Frost, you can't fuck up any more than you have already.

"Okay! I miss Rapunzel and I dreamed about kissing her. The end, night night." After a little more poking around for some details, Elsa gave up and decided it was best for them to just get some sleep. After all, it was late and a few other campers were groaning about teenagers being immature hooligans that they wished would just grow up already!

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Jack didn't sleep for a long time after his humiliating dream. He spent his time thinking carefully about what the hell he was supposed to say to Elsa in the morning. After consideration, he decided it was probably best they head home tomorrow. He couldn't risk any more than one last night alone with her, and even that was pushing it. He would screw up their friendship, he was sure of it.